Just checking in...

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Hey y'all! Yep, I'm iz still vertical.  I've been "gettin' around" to this for a couple of days now.  It's almost midnight, so I'm dashing off a post, and I don't give a flip if there's one of them red lines under every other word.  So, there!


Two unexpected deaths today, and one drunk coonass disrupted my plan for a quiet night on the job.  Sad cases...all of them.  Felt bad for everyone involved in each case.  Did what I could to help. 


Oh, y'all might remember that I mentioned I had a 16 day straight work schedule that I was plowing through pretty good.  Wrong.  Well, I wasn't wrong at the time, but my 16 day straight got turned in to 23 straight when my boss asked me if I wanted to fill in for one of the senior fellows that had to take some personal time.


Because I LOVE MY JOB, and can use the coins, I jumped all over it.  So, it'll be a bit while longer before y'all have to read my junk regularly. 


Don't bother to thank me.

Can you believe that The Mrs. thinks this looks funny?

Okay, so I'm freezing to death a couple of days ago (btw...our weather has turned a gorgeous 70 degrees...happy, happy, joy, joy!), I had just got up, and had my jammies and comfort jacket on.  She laughed at me.  Really!  Started making wise about my color coordination, and fashion sense, and all.


Really!


Hey, I might jinx it all, but lookit, it seems that we just might not be required to give our annual "Psoriasis Updates" this year.  Y'all long-time visitors to Andy's Place know that February (better known as Black History Month) is when we normally give the play-by-play of Andy's psoriasis attacks. 


If you haven't been hanging around here long, well, you've missed a heckuvalot of fun, I'll tell ya'.  You see, almost every late January, mean ol' Mr. Psoriasis comes a'knockin' on Andy's door.


But look!

Here we are on January 28, and not a sign of the onset of it!  It always pops out first on "Ring man" on my right hand and I fight it for a couple of months.  But as of today, all you see there on my lovely right hand is just the old scar from every friggin' attack in the past.


Yep!  Right now, it looks like he passed me by this year.


I have nice hands.


HEY!  Guess what?  I dun winned me a prize!  Sure enough I did!  Yep, I won a "Caption This" contest on a blog that I always read, and my prize arrived a couple of days ago.  I'm gonna tell y'all all about it the next time I get five minutes to rub together to tell y'all about it.


And, I've also got a fabulous idea about how to maximize the value of the prize I won...for EVERY VISITOR TO ANDY'S PLACE.  I'm gonna need y'all's help to make it happen.  I mean, it won't cost you anything, and I won't be begging for PayPal donations or nothing.  You'll just have to play along, and we'll see how it goes.  But, I think it's gonna be a fabulous deal, and will really make the fellow that awarded me this here prize really happy.  I'll tell y'all about it later.


Dr. Jill sent me a computer letter with a photo, and it was captioned.  I would like to post it, but I can not, due to the fact that I can not.  However, I'll post the photo and you can use your imagination...okay?

Well, that's about all I got.  Out from work at 2230...due back tomorrow at 0600.  It's a dang good thing that I LOVE MY JOB, or I'd be bitchin' about it right now.  But, it's all good.


Just like y'all!  Y'all are all good.


Really...well, maybe y'all don't always behave good, or act Christian to folks.  And, I'm pretty sure some of y'all drink too much, and use potty-mouth words too much.  And, there's likely a wife-beater in the crowd, and maybe even a pedophile or two that stop in here (by the way, y'all are NOT welcome).


But, the rest of y'all are all good!


Just like it is.  I mean, it is all good.


Dang!  Why do I feel like a 14 year-old boy trying to figure out how to get off the phone with his girlfriend?  I mean, I know it's time to quit, and there's nothing left to say, but I'm not sure whether I should hang up or wait for her to hang up.

But that's silly, because y'all can't hang up.  I have to hang up because y'all ain't really talking to me.  I'm doing all the typing here.  
So, I'll just hang up, and hope she still likes me tomorrow.

So, did y'all watch the State Of The Union show tonight?

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Me neither.


I watched the State Of The Union faithfully up until 1988, then I kinda tuned out on it (kinda like when I quit looking at Miss America, The Oscars, and the NFL...the magic of it all just kinda waned, if you know what I mean).


I did watch "W" when he starred in it in 2002, seeing as the winds of war were blowing.  But I think that's the only one I've looked at since Ronnie Ray-Gun finished his last gig.


So, this post is nothing about President Obama's State Of The Union show.


Nope.  This post is about linking to "bad things about winter poems."  Yep.  Winter is BAD.  Really, really, really BAD.


It sucks even more than ObozO, or even any State Of The Union show.  I'd gladly look at YouTube videos of every friggin State Of The Union show as a trade-off for some warm weather.  But, it don't work that way.


So, on to the links.


LemonLady posted a wonderful poem about Winter In New England.  While I was reading it, it reminded me of one I had posted on this Titanic over two years ago.


Alright then...there's the links.  


Look at 'em (but only if you want to).


Love,  Andy

You're about to see something that NOBODY has seen in 26 years!

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And I know that you can't barely wait!

Hey y'all!  Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...

I guess I should have titled this post "Thursday Afternoon Junk," but that didn't seem quite exciting enough to tantalize you to read it.  And, there's gonna be some really exciting junk in here, so I wanted to make sure I'd capture your attention.

Okay...Loookit!

To quote a line from my favorite film of all time (which I have now on DVD, and watch at least twice a week), "Oooooohhhhh...that's the purdiest waaaaaaaaaatch!"

Yep, Andy bought a watch today.  Sure, I'm kidding about that being the purdiest watch I've ever seen.  But, I actually had to go get me one.  Believe this or not:

I wore a watch back in High School.  Heck, it was probably one of Daddy's old self-winders or something...I can't remember.  But, The Mrs. bought me a beautiful fake gold Seiko in 1979 as a wedding present.  It was WAY cool.  It had a "clock face," like all watches did at the time, and it was so WAY cool, because it worked off of a battery.  I mean, you didn't have to wind it, or shake your wrist around to make it wind itself...it was COOL!

Man, I loved that watch!  It just looked so expensive!!!  And honestly, it was.  I think she paid about $200 for it at the time, which was big bucks for a gal making $2.75 an hour working part time.  I felt like a King wearing that fancy Seiko (I think it's Jap...but don't quote me) on my extremely hot left wrist.

Anyway, when I was about 25 years old the battery finally died.  It did.  You know, batteries don't last forever.  So, I took it off and put it in my jewelry box...along with my High School class ring, and those really neat topaz cuff links, and tie tack that Momma made me wear to church.  Actually, those items are still all in that jewelry box...and the Seiko is still awaiting a new battery.

Nyuk!  I call it a "jewelry box," but it's just really a Brut powder can deal that Momma glued red felt inside.  There's also a money-clip that my Granddaddy gave me in there.  Who uses "money clips?"  And, there is also the REAL Gold and Sapphire ring that Granddaddy gave me off his hand in the hospital just a day before he passed on to Heaven in November of 1981. He and I were both September babies, and he always joked with me about how I was "only three days older" than him.

God, I miss him!  I miss him every day.

Regardless, I have not worn a watch in 26 years.  And, I have never been late to anything!!!

Just sayin'...

Anyway, at the Orientation for my new part time job, I got no clue of this.  But, at my Departmental Orientation on Wednesday, it became abundantly clear that Andy was gonna have to purchase a wristwatch.  My job requires doing specific tasks at exact times throughout the day, and also making incident reports, etc., that must be noted at precise times.  In other words, "...'bout noon" ain't gonna cut it.

Let me tell y'all...The WalMart has some purdy watches!  They do.  Now, I liked me this really purdy regular clock-faced gold-looking one with a nice black band.  But, I am gonna have to run my scheduled tasks on, and note things by military time.  Now, I'm not completely ignurnt.  I know that 1425 is really 2:25 pm, and that 1600 is 8:00 pm, etc.  But, I figured I'd just make it easy on myself and buy an electronic watch that you could set up for 24 hour read-out.  Seeing as I do not plan to wear it any other time than on the job, the fancy electronic watch (with a light up face, stopwatch, and alarm, btw) seemed to be the way to go.

I mean, they were both $9.88 (that's over 10 bucks with tax), so I went the easy route.   So, I am now the proud owner of a chink electronic timepiece!  Crud, I hate wearing a watch.  I put that thing on, and it felt like I was in handcuffs.  But, at least I don't have to wear a necktie...which feels like a noose.

So, now I've got a question for y'all regular, experienced wristwatch wearers.  Is it gay to do the under-wrist deal?

Is this gay?

I'm really curious.  I mean, I remember a bunch of old ladies that wore watches this way.  And, I remember a couple of male teachers in the way back that did.  I always thought it was kind of pansified, but after trying it out, it seems quite utilitarian.  It seems that one can more easily access their chink timepiece doing the under-wrist deal.  So, I'm thinking I'll wear it that way.

If it's not gay...

Let's see what else we got.

Here's a good cartoon I stole off somebody, but can't remember who it was.

Let's see what else we got.

Oh yeah...Two Dogs has this really cool Wibiya bar at the bottom of his blog.  I have just liked the heck out of that thing since the first time I saw it.  It's really cool...and you can link up to your photo gallery, your video gallery, your social networking sites, etc.  And, it's free, too!  The only problem is that I don't have a flicker, or photobucket, or The YouTube, or a real The Facebook deal to link up to.  So, it seems kinda' like overkill for this Titanic. 

But, I really do like the "translate" deal on it.  I do.  In fact, I've had a commentor or two suggest that I add a "translate widget," so that even folks that can't read American can be extremely bored.  I really like it, and it works good.  Just yesterday, I read one of Paul's posts in Chink...from start to finish, I did.

Here's what the Wibiya translate deal looks like.

As always, you'll have to click on it to get the big picture.

This was a post about Sarah Palin.  I know, because I can read chink.

Just sayin'...

What else we got?

Nyuk!  Here's a Halloween 'toon that Paul The Fireguy sent me.  Nyuk!

It says there that this was drawn by "Reynolds."  I didn't know that Glenn was an artist, too!  Learn something new every day.  Coulda' been Debbie, though.  She's pretty talented.

BTW:  Just as a follow-up to my American History quiz the other day, Garret Hobart was the 24th Vice President of the United States...and, the 6th Vice President to die in office at that time.  Just a couple of points here.  Everybody makes such a big deal about who the Veep nominee is, because he's just "one heartbeat away" from running the free world, and he has such a great influence on policy & everything.  Pshaw!  100 years from now, nobody will remember that Dick Cheney was the evil puppet master, or that Dan Quayle was retarded, or that Al Gore invented the internet (and AGW), or that Joe Biden is a buffoonish caricature of a life-long politician that gaffes more often than farts.

Fact is, 7 Veeps have died while in office...just one less than the eight Presidents that have.  And, if you take out the assassinations of Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and Kennedy, it's only four Presidents.

Keep your insurance paid up, Joe.

Just sayin...

And, let's wrap up the most boring post you've looked at this week with a video.  Theo posted a video with President Reagan telling Soviet jokes.  I liked it, but it was one of those stupid deals I can't figure out how to steal and post.  So, I went YouTubing, and found one very similar.

Man, I miss Ronnie.  My Granddaddy (the one that gave me the ring) thought that Reagan was gonna be the salvation of The Republic.  Maybe he was...for a while.

Well, enjoy it, and y'all have a great Thursday evening, okay?  BTW, I'm feeling a lot better today.  I really think I'm over the hump, and appreciate all y'all's kind concern, and good wishes.

I mean it.

MISS ME YET?

To be honest, I'm getting a bit weary of looking at photos of "W" on billboards all across the US sporting the question "MISS ME YET?"  I have great respect for "W" in many ways.  At the same time, I have much disagreement with him, and what he did while in office.

 I've got another idea.

MISS ME YET?